Scattered.

I was reading some of my old posts today.Makes me want to jump off a bridge sometimes.But others, it reminds me of things I wrote that still ring so true.

I wonder if you see it as deeply as I feel it.

I have a new personal blog. It feels like to have a place to write EVERYTHING I want to say. It has two posts already. I started it today.

I'm scatterbrained today, and generally nonconversational. I've noted that I am great at avoiding conversation when I want to. Which is almost never.

I've substantially talked to two people today. Casual conversation with maybe three others. I don't mind. I'm putting something off.

The sun just came out again. Naturally my mood went uphill. Isn't it strange how much rain can burn you out, and the second the sun rises, you feel ten times better?

What's more important: Saving yourself or letting me in?

I wish I wrote that song. I wish I had 97 missed calls. Isn't that the ultimate goal? I need spring flowers to pull petals. I always did like the fifty/fifty chance of childhood games.

Did you know that I've never slept for more than 13 consecutive hours? I did that today. Guess I needed it. I'm pretty sure it was only 11 before today. Breakin' records all the time.

I just noticed that each paragraph is getting longer and longer. I felt like breaking the pattern.

In a clear view, there's a silhouette, and I watch you, and I can't forget.

I wish the rain would hold off long enough for a walk. Maybe I'll go anyways. I'm feeling independent today. I'm feeling good. Maybe I won't push you away after all. Nature takes her course.

Hope it works out in my favor.